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A great new beginning... oh and a brother.
On the greatest day in all of the universe, a little baby was born on June 27th, 1991. It was this day in June that the baby's parents let their 4 year old son name the new baby. The son decided to name her Ashley. He decided upon this name naturally because the girl at school who he had a crush on was also named Ashley. Hence, I was stuck with one of the most popular names of the 90s. Who lets their child name their other child?! I told my brother that I get to name one of his kids now! :) -
The spark of teaching was ignited
My Aunt Trisha was my absolute idol growing up. Not only did she babysit my brother and I, she also would take us into school with her on our days off. She was a 3rd grade teacher, and definitely one of my biggest contributors to making teaching my dream career choice. Pictured is a chick from one of her class projects. She brought the chicks home and I was able to play with them. She always had the most fun activities! I was on my way to a very long road ahead to becoming a teacher. -
The first hurdle
The first hurdle in my quest to becoming a teacher was getting into the school of my dreams; ISU. I was dead set that ISU would be the best fit for me for a numerous amount of reason. Everything seemed to allign. That was until... I found out that I wasn't accepted. My heart sank and shattered into a million pieces. But, with the support of my parents, I brushed myself off and tried again, this time even more determined then before. Here's a picture of my high school self- 16yrs old. -
Accepted!
I got the letter. My mom had left it in the car for me. We were at a family party when she told me about it. I ran faster than I thought my legs would allow and ripped that letter open. I read the first few lines over and over to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I BURST through the door back to the family party. I shouted at no one particular, "I GOT IN! I'M GOING TO ISU!", then broke down into happy tears. ALL my hardwork and dedication had finally paid off. :D Picture from my going away party! -
Test anxiety to the max!
Basic Skills, TAP, ACT- been there done that, cried and studied countless hours for all of 'em! The fact that this test dictated the rest of my future really didn't help my already awful test anxiety. Another brick wall shoved in my way to show me just how badly I wanted this. And boy did I want this. Determination again paid off, and when I had decided the last time I took it would be the last time regardless of the outcome, it turned out in my favor! I was officially IN and on the right track! -
The final countdown
So here I am, 4:45AM, not able to sleep because all of the projects and due dates are swirling around in my head. I am freaked out that it won't all get done, that it won't be my best work, that I won't survive this semester. BUT, as I have done before, I will do it again. I will prevail, I will show the world how much this major and degree mean to me, and I will be successful. I am a TEACHER, HEAR ME ROAR! :D
